The flights to Nepal were mundane enough. Found a prayer room at Bangkok and put a nice nap. Watched ‘talented mr ripley’ on the flight to kmandu; matt damon was one devious bastard. Managed to bag a window seat on both flights.
But the mundaneness (mundanity?) abruptly ended when i saw the himalayas.
at first i thought they were just another bunch of mountain shaped clouds looming in the distance but then i realized these clouds loooked a little too solid to actually be clouds.
The plane then started banking at steep angles and the mountains were suddenly at the top of my vision, at the pinnacle of the sky itself, looming out of a white mist that closed up the space inbetwhen The valleys and lesser hills below. They gave the sensation of literally being as tall as the sky, and no picture I could take (no picture even Jerry could’ve taken) was able to justify the grandeur of the sight. But I took em anyway